Transmigrated Princess

Yuansi used to follow Zhao Rongxian and never talked more nonsense.

Su Xiangwan is different. She always has different faces to different people.

She was kind to Dong Feipeng. She didn't think that she could win anyone's favor.

Under Zhao Rongxian, there has never been such a saying of persuading people with virtue.

To convince them, identify with you and admire you from their heart, kindness is useless. They need excellent ability.

She just knows how to capture people's hearts.

Zhao Rongxian is too cold and hard-working. She always says one thing, and now she exists.

Su Xiangwan makes Dong Feipeng feel that she is a good talker. If one day, if there is any thorny trouble, people will always tend to find the best speaker around the Lord.

She left others a chance.

Others think they can take advantage of her, but in fact she pinches it.

Zhao Rongxian is such a strong master. One is enough. Standing next to him, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger will always be invincible.

Dong Feipeng was so relaxed that he asked Yuansi, "I don't know what your Excellency has to say."

Yuan Si collected his look and explained to him one by one.

Although Dong Feipeng was relaxed, he didn't dare to take things lightly. He quickly remembered it and arranged it himself.

You can't blame anyone for this.

Su Xiangwan couldn't sit for a while. Yuan Si came back and said, "it's all right."

There is a path in the wing room to the next room.

She got up and went straight over.

A change of casual clothes has been prepared over there.

Su Xiangwan changed neatly, left the room directly and left the Jinyu restaurant.

She went to the wine shop at the entrance of the market, got on a rented carriage and went all the way to the listening Pavilion.

The wind Pavilion is located in a remote location, and the road is very quiet.

Su Xiangwan got off the carriage at a distance from the listening wind Pavilion.

She went there on foot.

The familiar warm air is coming.

The four seasons of the pavilion have different colors.

In spring, it is sunny, fragrant flowers, water color and phosphorescence reflect each other, and cloth has become the most vibrant beauty.

When the door was depressed, Su Xiangwan went straight in.

The wind Pavilion is so quiet that even the wind can be clearly seen.

She has seen the appearance of people here and the most empty and quiet appearance here.

Su Xiangwan stood in front of the open gate, facing the clear water Pavilion, and took a deep breath.

"I'm back," she said.

No one responded. Her words seemed empty and desolate.

Su Xiangwan knows that there will be no response here. She just needs to say something to feel a little authenticity.

Listening to the wind Pavilion is an indispensable turning point in her life as Su Xiangwan.

It means a lot to her.

Su Xiangwan always thought she would come back after a long time. Now she stands in this place and realizes that those familiar things are really over.

She stood on a new chapter.

Although I don't want to admit it, Su Xiangwan's plot line has unconsciously reached the second half.

The things piled up in front of her were always paragraph after paragraph.

Su Xiangwan seldom has such a period of time to vent.

She suddenly figured out something she couldn't figure out and couldn't get around before.

"In fact, I haven't changed anything." Su Xiangwan's eyes reflect the light of the lake. Under the calm, there is an invisible undercurrent. "I don't have to change any plot, because myself is the biggest variable of the plot."

Unless the plot wipes out her existence and replaces her directly, the original ending can't come at all.

Su Xiangwan seemed to think of a way to solve the dead situation of Zhao Rongxian.

The method is actually very simple.

It was also something she could not have thought of before, so

The next question is how to do it.

Su Xiangwan gathered his mind and went to the courtyard where Xue Xing used to be.

She did not forget the purpose of this trip to the listening Pavilion.

At that time, the flowers planted by Xue Xing in the yard were the most beautiful when no one took care of them.

Following her memory, she found the mechanism on the bookshelf at that time and twisted it.

There was a slight "click" in the silent room, and a box bounced out.

There is nothing magical about the ordinary box.

Su Xiangwan took out the wooden card and the written note, put them in, and finally closed the box.

Except for the click of opening and closing, everything was quiet and intact, as if nothing had happened.

She stood for a moment, thinking and turned on the mechanism again.

This time the box didn't pop out.

Su Xiangwan was studying. Suddenly, he felt that something sounded in the yard.

——

No, it seems.

It's the sound of someone's footsteps.

The listening pavilion has been deserted for so long and is located in a remote place.

When Su Xiangwan left, he dismissed the people in the wind Pavilion. There is nothing valuable here to miss.

No one should have come here.

She thought about each other's identity in the room, listened to the footsteps go away, and her heart floated a little doubt.

The footsteps are very light, not the kind of sneaky light.

On the contrary, it is leisurely and leisurely.

——This man seems to be familiar with the wind Pavilion.

Is it an old man in the past?

Su Xiangwan listened carefully for a while and found that the footsteps were moving away and slowly disappeared.

I don't know which way to go.

As long as he wasn't from Zhao Changling, Su Xiangwan didn't worry much.

She thought for a moment, opened the door and went out.

There was no trace of people in the yard. It was as quiet as a ghost in broad daylight.

Su Xiangwan went out and looked at both sides of the flower path.

Soft soil, with traces of trampling, has just been passed by.

She doesn't want to explore who the other party is. Su Xiangwan only knows that she has finished her busy work. Now the safest way is to leave quickly from the wind Pavilion.

She went back the way she had come, and came to the open and airy door fence in front of the main door. The footsteps rang again.

Sue paused late.

But when she stood and listened, the footsteps disappeared again.

——It's weird.

Just when she felt seeping, she stretched out a hand out of nowhere and put it on her shoulder.

Su Xiangwan was already on guard.

As soon as the other party was so close, she subconsciously wanted to use the powder in her sleeve.

But the other party seemed to know her way and grabbed her hand at once.

Before her surprise, the man's voice rang out: "don't do it, it's me, it's me."

This tone is simply no longer familiar.

Su Xiangwan was so frightened that he swallowed it all at once.

"Lu Junting?"